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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
com alegria e maravilha
a terra mantem algum ir da vibraçăo
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
conseqüentemente eu năo posso
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
diga-me năo

 



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